It started with a contract.
Yuki had read it- skimmed it, really- between trembling fingers on his first day. The HR lady, a sharp-eyed woman in a black pencil skirt, had simply smiled at him and said,
"Interns assigned to the 32nd floor fall under Internal Asset Policv 6.4. Read it. Obey it. Pleasure is productivity."
Yuki, fresh out of university, just nodded. He hadn't even registered the clause that said: "The intern is a shared asset and must comply with the department's full-body usage needs at all hours."
He should've run. He didn't.
The first time it happened was during the Monday morning meeting.
"Pet," barked Mr. Kondo, the division manager, voice deep and bored. "Coffee. Then mouth."'
Yuki's heels clicked on the tile. He poured the coffee, trembling. Then, silently, he knelt beneath the table, crawling between the man's spread thighs.
The others didn't even blink. Reports continued, data flowed. But under the massive oak conference table, Yuki sucked Kondo off in silence- drool dripping down his chin, cock bumping his cheek when he hesitated.
After he swallowed the first load, another man snapped his fingers. Then another.
By the end of the hour, his knees were bruised, his throat sore, and his mouth tasted like salt and sweat and raw power.
No one said "thank you".
By Wednesday, he was part of the routine.
He was told not to wear underwear. His pants had been removed entirely by Mr. Sato, the rough one from Logistics, who cut them open in front of the whole department and laughed as Yuki stood red-faced and bare assed.
"No need for these," he smirked, pressing a plug in. "Gotta keep your hole ready. What if someone gets the urge while you're sorting mail?"
Now he walked the office barefoot and plugged, a soft bell on his collar jingling with every step. If it rang too fast, they punished him.
Every man had a favorite way to use him.
Mr. Kondo liked cockwarming during meetings. Yuki sat on his lap- bare hole
stuffed full- and had to stay perfectly still while the man gave reports, casually grinding up every few minutes to feel him tighten.
Mr. Sato was rough. He pulled Yuki into the copy room, bent him over the machine and fucked him while papers printed. He didn't even wait for the door to close.
Mr. Hayashi made him ride during lunch bouncing on his cock under the breakroom table while coworkers sipped soup and scrolled their phones.
They never used condoms. No one ever pulled out.
"Why bother?" Hayashi grunted once, tugging Yuki's hips down harder. "You're just an office dump. Soak it up, intern."
The bulletin board in the break room became a schedule.
Yuki Use Slots:
09:00 - Morning stretch w/ Sato (1st load)
10:15- Warm-up cockwarming w/ Kondo
12:00 - Lunchtime riding w/ Hayashi
15:00- Pantry double-stuff (rotating staff)
17:00- Desk clearing - cum cleanup
duty
Some days he was used by four men in one hour. Others, he was kept cockwarming for hours straight, tied to a chair while fingers or plugs kept him stretched wide.
Once, they left him bent over a desk during a meeting with an external investor. The man had paused mid-sentence and raised a brow.
"You breed your interns here?"
Kondo had chuckled. "Only the good ones."
The investor unzipped his pants
Fridays were special.
Fridays meant group use.
Desks were pushed aside. A towel was laid out. Lube bottles lined the wall.
And Yuki was stripped, leashed, and presented like dessert.
They passed him around- holes slick, body trembling, head lolling from overstimulation. His tongue was sore from sucking. His thighs shook as another man grabbed his hips and thrust in deep.
Sometimes two at once.
One in his mouth, one in his ass. Then a third at his hole, still dripping from the last man's seed.
He never got a break. They said it was to "build stamina."
Kondo whispered once, while pounding into him from behind:
"If you cry, I'll fuck you harder. If you moan, I'II cum inside. If you beg-"
He groaned as Yuki tightened. "-I'Il make them all fill you again."
Yuki moaned.
They filled him again.
His desk was modified.
The bottom panel was removed. Now he could be used even while doing admin work. One man would walk up behind, unzip, and stuff into him. Yuki had to keep typing.
No stopping. No squeaking. No clenching.
If he came without permission? Punishment.
Once, Sato tied him to the server rack and shocked him with a vibrating plug for two hours. When Kondo found him leaking and twitching, he just chuckled and dragged him onto his lap for another round.
"You'll learn. Or you'll break."
Yuki wasn't sure which was happening.
He lost track of his orgasms.
They didn't care if he came. But when he was too dry, they force-fed him water and edged him until he was begging.
Then Sato would fuck him sideways on the breakroom table and whisper.
"Cum for us. Make a mess. We'll stuff it right back in."
He always did.
There were toys.
Remote plugs, clamps, beads, cock rings. One time, Havashi inserted an inflatable plug and slowly expanded it during a presentation.
Yuki had to stand next to the whiteboard plug slowly growing, thighs shaking as he explained last quarter's performance.
He came untouched in front of everyone.
He fell to his knees, cum dripping down his leg.
The department clapped.
There were rules.
Always be ready.
Always be open.
Never say no.
And the worst one: Always smile when someone finishes inside.
They called it his "thank you."
By month's end, he was addicted.
His body responded before his mind. At the first snap of fingers, he dropped to his knees. At the unzip of pants, he bent over. At the jingle of his own collar, he was already dripping.
He begged for it.
One night, he lingered late. Only Konda remained.
:You stayed," the older man murmured sipping his whiskey.
Yuki dropped to all fours, presenting his ass without being told.
Kondo stood behind him. "You've become a good intern."
"Then use me, sir," Yuki whispered, voice hoarse. "Please. I need it."
Kondo didn't make him wait.
HR sent a letter.
> To Whom It May Concern
Your use performance has exceeded department expectations. Congratulations. We'll be renewing your internship for another six months. Please continue serving the 32nd floor to completion.
With pleasure,
Internal Asset Management
Yuki smiled as he tucked the letter away.
Behind him, Sato was already tugging him down to his knees again.
Time for his next task.